05-15-2012, 07:26 PM
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In my teeth there lingers taste and craving drools the hidden trail.
Come by and softly follow me.
The night is closer than you know, breathe deep my brothers; eye my tail,
let twilight wisdom lead we three.
Hush now, hush! The scents of life will tempt you sorely. Kill your speed;
come near and slowly stalk with me.
The eyes of many, ears of all, this way we brothers will succeed.
Be still now, look and you will see.
There, in olive-tangled shade, an outline shivers in my eye;
stand stiff and look to where I stare.
Make not a whimper, not a sound, not a breath nor yet a sigh!
Hold still as death, for life prepare.
Can you hear the heart within? And can you feel the slide of breath?
Come with me in your wild mind’s eye.
Wait for my sign, a change unseen, yet you will know the call to death.
Ready now…together…FLY!
In my teeth the warm blood surges, washing through my craving ache.
Close enough, no closer be!
Though brothers still, beware of me. In passion, bonds of siblings break
And throneless Kings come we…..
Tectak
2006
One of a series of anthropomorphic efforts. See the Camel. Others wll follow unless advised otherwise! ( Oh no....not ANOTHER one)
In my teeth there lingers taste and craving drools the hidden trail.
Come by and softly follow me.
The night is closer than you know, breathe deep my brothers; eye my tail,
let twilight wisdom lead we three.
Hush now, hush! The scents of life will tempt you sorely. Kill your speed;
come near and slowly stalk with me.
The eyes of many, ears of all, this way we brothers will succeed.
Be still now, look and you will see.
There, in olive-tangled shade, an outline shivers in my eye;
stand stiff and look to where I stare.
Make not a whimper, not a sound, not a breath nor yet a sigh!
Hold still as death, for life prepare.
Can you hear the heart within? And can you feel the slide of breath?
Come with me in your wild mind’s eye.
Wait for my sign, a change unseen, yet you will know the call to death.
Ready now…together…FLY!
In my teeth the warm blood surges, washing through my craving ache.
Close enough, no closer be!
Though brothers still, beware of me. In passion, bonds of siblings break
And throneless Kings come we…..
Tectak
2006
One of a series of anthropomorphic efforts. See the Camel. Others wll follow unless advised otherwise! ( Oh no....not ANOTHER one)